A/N: hello again, everybody. Here I am with another chapter of Mamiwata. Here, this one takes a few liberties with things. Yet, the fun and the story proceeds accordingly. Here, Elaine and Jerry have a confrontation with each other which will have immediately unintended consequences. And Jerry's respect and appreciation for Superman will be put to use here. This will be addressed in a future chapter soon. Until then, enjoy! :D
The following morning, Elaine, carrying her sketch case containing her sketches, went over to a non-descript building which contained a clothing manufacturing factory. Several women worked side-by-side with one another, putting together many dresses, suits, blouses, shirts, pants, etc., together to be worn for patrons who will eventually come to buy them.
Elaine entered the facility and found her way over to one person.
A Black woman with coco-colored skin who was working hard at sewing a dress together.
Elaine approached her from behind by pocking her index fingers at her with a vocal rat-a-tat-tat at her.
"Oooh, child, you scared me, sneaking up on me like that," said the older Black lady.
"Hello, Aunt Florence," Elaine said, as she reached over to kiss her auntie on the cheek.
"Girl, you damn near made me sew a zipper onto this sleeve," Aunt Florence said.
"Well, believe me, given this design, I bet it would be an improvement," Elaine said. Aunt Florence, always appreciative of Elaine's sense of humor, laughed silently before continuing their conversation.
"What you got for me, niece?" Aunt Florence said.
"Well, I have a job for you." Elaine said, with a wishful smile on her face, as she produced the design she had been working on in class in defiance of her teacher.
"Can you make this dress for me, please?" Elaine asked.
Before she could answer, Florence's boss yelled at her from near the main aisleway, a few feet away from where her workstation was located. "Hey, Florence, we're not paying you to run your mouth, we're paying you to run hem lines on your sewing machine."
Florence looked towards him, with a hard look on her face, while Elaine cut that man an even harder, daggered look, with an annoyed sigh. The conversation between auntie and niece continued.
"Well?" Elaine asked, her smile returning to her face.
"What's your charge?" Aunt Florence asked in return.
"How about your usual rate, with a 20% family cut rate," Elaine said, showing her business savvy.
"15%, and I can have it ready for you in a couple of days," Aunt Florence.
"Deal," Aunt Florence agreed to, as she looked over her drawing, impressed with her niece's obvious talent.
"Thank you, Aunt Florence," Elaine said, "I love you."
"Love you too, child," Aunt Florence said, as the two women kissed each other on their respective cheeks, simultaneously, before Elaine left so that her aunt could get back to work.
Later on, that afternoon, Elaine was walking down the street, with her sketch case, carrying a small bag of groceries in one hand while carrying her sketch case on her shoulder's strap, and having treated herself to a jumbo root beer milkshake from Thickies, having treated herself to a job well done on the dress she sketched and just dropped off for her Aunt Florence to work on. As she was walking, she came upon a small gathering on a street corner witnessing more older, worn-out buildings being torn down.
It was a man with a bullhorn.
The same man she had run into last night on her way home from school. And once again, this man, Jerry Seinfeld, was holding court with his unique, distinct brand of stand-up comedy. He was speaking out against the demolition of the buildings across the street from where he was standing.
Elaine stopped behind the gathered crowd to listen.
"Look at these demolition men," Jerry said. "Not only are they were demolishing buildings, but they are also busy demolishing people dreams and lives. By displacing people who were able to afford to live here, they are now getting ready to clear this city block out so that they can put in people who they want to have here to afford the high prices they are so ready to charge."
The audience applauded Jerry's social commentary comedy, while some of the demolition workers who were taking in Jerry and his gathered crowd, looked on. Some of the men, big and burly enough to look like NFL linemen, were eating lunch while they were looking on and listening to him speak through his bullhorn. One of the men, who was eating his hamburger and had a giant milkshake of his own in his hand, decided to say something back to Jerry.
"Well, at least we are over here doing something about this," the construction worker said, "We are finally fumigating this block of all the rats who used to live here!"
His fellow demolition buddies laughed out loud with him.
Jerry paused for a moment, in glaring at them, just long enough for George Costanza, his long-time best friend and assistant producer on what Jerry had going on with his street commentary comedy, to chime in.
"Easy, Jerry, don't lose it with these guys," George quietly warned. Jerry, following his pause, then spoke out with a very kind retort.
"Well, then again, it takes a whole lot of like-minded rats to take down such a rathole as you guys!" Jerry said, with the entire crowd on his side getting in a very good laugh. Even Elaine went along with Jerry on that line with a soft chuckle, herself.
The demolition workers took exception with that line.
However, before anything else could be said, a large sanitation truck was trying to get down the street where Jerry's minivan was parked. The driver of the truck honked for the minivan to be moved out of the way. As Jerry went to move the minivan, he placed his bullhorn down on atop an abandoned newspaper bin. As he was doing this, George began to pass out vouchers for those who were interested in seeing the program they were looking to put together, with Jerry performing live in concert soon for a standup performance as part of what he was up to.
While all of this was taking place, Elaine decided to have a little fun of her own.
Elaine put her groceries down, opened her large Thickies milkshake cup, and then, with a rather sardonic smile on her face, proceeded to pour some of the contents into Jerry's unattended bullhorn. She managed to finish in time for Jerry to move his minivan to allow the sanitation truck to move, as it finally did.
Once Jerry returned to his side of the street to resume his street stand up, he picked up his bullhorn to start talking again.
However, as he began to do so…the contents of Elaine's milkshake spilled all over his brown leather jacket and the bottom of his face, causing the demolition workers to get a great laugh at his expense.
But no one was laughing harder than Elaine, who was laughing at Jerry, feeling a sense of payback for their encounter leading to her having beer splashed over her upon her arrival back home from class the night before.
"Boy, do you really look like the drip you are now," the demolition worker enjoying his burger and shake across the street.
Jerry, who had no idea that it was Elaine who poured the contents of her milkshake into his bullhorn, went across the street and confronted the big demolition man who was enjoying his lunch.
Jerry grabbed the milkshake from the demolition man, opened the lid on his cup, and poured the milkshake over his head, saying, "well, I guess this makes you an even bigger drip, doesn't it?"
From there, the demolition man hit Jerry on his jaw. Jerry, who, at 5'11", was five inches shorter, and 50 pounds lighter, than the demolition man, kicked him hard in the shin and punched him hard in the gut, leading to the two men to start a brawl involving people on both sides of the streets.
As this fight continued, Elaine was cheering the fight on. Between milkshake sips, she was wooing and cheering the fight on, going as far as to make googly eyes as she continued to sip on her milkshake. Not only was she enjoying the fight, but she was also impressed with how Jerry was able to defend himself so well, demonstrating the amount of fight he had inside of him.
However, Elaine's instigative euphoria was soon tempered by the sounds of police sirens, which led to the fight not only being stopped, but Elaine also having an oops look on her face.
As the fight was broken up by the police, some of the fighters ended up being arrested and taken to jail.
Amongst those arrested was Jerry Seinfeld.